Love, Expired

Chapter 60: I got sick

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At around five o'clock in the morning, Zhou Hao woke up, and when he sat up from the bed, Jiang Yuqian was also awakened.

Zhou Hao was still a little listless, but his body temperature dropped a little. Jiang Yuqian touched the mobile phone on the bedside table, and saw that it was still early, and it was still dark outside the window.

"It's still early, let's sleep for a while." Jiang Yuqian also sat up.

Zhou Hao ignored him and kept his posture still.

"Do you still have a fever?"

Just as he was asking, Jiang Yuqian subconsciously reached out to touch Zhou Hao's forehead, but Zhou Hao brushed it away. For a moment of embarrassment, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand embarrassingly.

In the quiet morning, the sound of the two's breathing was faintly scattered in the bedroom. Zhou Hao felt a little tired, so he deliberately poured himself on Jiang Yuqian, and then leaned on the man's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuqian's heart thumped, and he stiffened and stood upright. The body temperature from his shoulders made him tremble like a blessing from heaven.

"My head is so heavy." Zhou Hao said wearily.

Jiang Yuqian turned his face to the side, and touched the little lunatic's head affectionately, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Zhou Hao lost his energy and spoke weakly, "Jiang Yuqian, is army green popular this year?"

"Why do you ask that?" Jiang Yuqian couldn't keep up with the little lunatic's thinking.

"On Christmas Eve, I saw a lot of people wearing army green on the street. I haven't bought clothes for a long time. If army green is popular, I will buy an army green dress in a few days."

Jiang Yuqian's heart was suddenly entangled in a mess of vines and grass, so tightly entangled that his heart ached.

The innocent and childish words are like a little lunatic asking himself countless times in the post: Why doesn't she love me anymore? Why is she not nice to me

His growth stopped abruptly due to his mother's excessive eccentricity, while other children are experiencing the life they take for granted: first toys, then enlightenment books, textbooks; because they carry the ardent hope of their parents, they will have endless extracurricular activities Remedial classes; until they are admitted to university, their parents start to look forward to their second life again.

But what about him? It seemed that there was only that closed attic in his life.

Perhaps since the age of 7, the little lunatic has never grown up.

Jiang Yuqian's eyes were a little wet. He kissed the little lunatic's hair pityingly, and said to the little lunatic in his heart: Haohao, I will accompany you through life again, and I will give you whatever you want in the future.

"I'll buy it for you." Jiang Yuqian pressed his face closer to the little lunatic.

"I don't want it, I have money myself." Zhou Hao refused firmly, and fearing that he would lose his persuasiveness, he added, "I bought the down jacket on my body, more than 2,000 yuan."

He deliberately emphasized the price, he was afraid that people in big cities would look down on him.

In fact, that down jacket was made several years ago. These years, he bought a small house in Suchuan. After paying off the mortgage every month, he had to send money to his grandparents. He really didn't save much money.

That time Qian Weicheng complained to him that the bonus was too small, and he talked to enlighten others, but he was also panicked in his heart.

He is often confused, he has been competitive for so many years, but it is of no use at all. People in big cities still look down on him, and he still lives a life of digging and searching with a dead salary.

Jiang Yuqian didn't know what the little lunatic was thinking sadly at the moment, but he knew that this person must have remembered something sad, because he clearly heard the little lunatic sigh.

"Haohao, what are you thinking?" Jiang Yuqian couldn't help asking.

Zhou Hao still maintained the leaning posture, he moved the corners of his mouth, "I think of a poem I read when I was a child."

"What poem?"

"Poor, with a cool nose, he spoke with a glass ball, after the water droplets dried up..." Zhou Hao recited the poem in a hoarse voice in the dark morning, "I don't remember who wrote it."

Jiang Yuqian listened quietly the whole time. He, the young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, really understood the little lunatic at this moment.

Just when he was about to say some comforting words, Zhou Hao started talking again.

"My grandma raised three chickens. Once I went back to my hometown, they were very happy. They killed two chickens and made two bowls of soup for me. Now there is only one chicken left in the coop.

Can you imagine it? Every morning, an old man squatted by the chicken coop, stretching out his withered hands to pick up the eggs inside. Going to pick it up every ten days, if the chicken doesn't lay any more eggs, wouldn't his hands be empty? "

"Don't think about it..."

Zhou Hao twitched the corners of his mouth, "Poor, with a cold nose, so poor that he has no hope, it's terrible."

Jiang Yuqian could clearly hear the depression in the little madman's words, he pressed his cheek against it forcefully, and then kissed the little madman's head with his lips indiscriminately, because he really couldn't say any words of comfort.

Zhou Hao could no longer tell who the person in front of him was, it didn't matter who he was, he just wanted to tell this person all the words hidden in his heart, and he wanted to get rid of his suppressed emotions.

He has been wearing dirty school uniforms all year round since he was a child, and he is too afraid of being poor. He was really poor.

"Haohao, when I'm free, I'll accompany you back to see your grandparents, okay?" Jiang Yuqian asked in a low voice.

"Okay." Zhou Hao quickly agreed, "I will definitely go back during the Chinese New Year."

The first ray of sunlight came in through the heavy curtains, and the two got up from the bed and went to the private bathroom to brush their teeth and wash their faces. The two people in front of the mirror, standing on the left and the right, are intimate and unfamiliar.

It was the first time for them to stand side by side, brushing their teeth and washing their faces. It belongs to the daily life between lovers, and they have never had it before. Jiang Yuqian stared blankly at the little lunatic in the mirror, that's great, if it's like this every morning in the future, that's great.

Soon, the two finished washing and went downstairs.

The three of them were already sitting at the dining table and were about to move their chopsticks. Qian Weicheng gritted his teeth at them, "Morning."

Yan Ming felt that Zhou Hao's expression was not right, and asked worriedly, "Is it better?"

Zhou Hao nodded, "It's much better."

Although Qian Weicheng is a nervous person, he is also a doctor after all. He asked Zhou Hao, "Brother Hao, I think you don't look well, do you still have a fever? Don't go today, I will treat you leave."

Jiang Weiyang said, "Just stay here, don't go back, tossing and tossing, it's cold outside. Yuqian, don't you have to go to work today? You can stay home."

Jiang Yuqian knew that his little uncle was deliberately creating opportunities for the two of them, so of course he had to seize them tightly.

Zhou Hao waved his hand, "It's okay, I'm really fine."

Qian Weicheng came over and reached out to feel it, "Nonsense, it's still hot. The body temperature is the lowest in the morning, and it's still so hot."

Jiang Yuqian was obviously careless. He was so busy listening to the little lunatic's ramblings in the morning that he completely forgot that this man was still sick.

The rest of the people had all gone to work, and Jiang Yuqian and Zhou Hao were the only ones left in the huge villa. After they had breakfast, they returned to the original guest room.

Jiang Yuqian sat with Zhou Hao still lying on the bed, feeling drowsy, and he quickly fell asleep. Only then did Jiang Yuqian dare to move over and stare at the sleeping person.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Jiang Yuqian said silently.

At noon, Zhou Hao was still in a daze, but his cold was getting worse. Jiang Yuqian cooked some porridge and served it, Zhou Hao was already awake with his eyes open.

"hungry?"

"Well, I'm a little hungry." Zhou Hao's voice was seriously hoarse.

Jiang Yuqian put down the porridge, and pressed his forehead against the little lunatic's forehead, "After drinking the porridge, let's go to the hospital."

"No need to go, it's not a serious illness."

"You are a little serious, I will take you there in a while."

This time Zhou Hao was very obedient and didn't sing the wrong tune again.

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There were too many people seeing the doctor, and it took a long time to wait for the number. Jiang Yuqian wanted to call his uncle and ask him to open the door, but when he saw the little lunatic sitting on the bench listlessly, he immediately Give up this idea. He didn't want the proud little lunatic to misunderstand anything.

After queuing for more than an hour, I arrived at the waiting room and waited for a long time. The diagnosis was an upper respiratory tract infection. The doctor directly prescribed ibuprofen and cephalosporin anti-inflammatory drugs.

On the way back, Zhou Hao looked at a bag of medicine, smiled, and said in a cocky voice, "I just said don't come here, it's a waste of money, it's really not worth it."

There happened to be a red light ahead, and the car stopped. Jiang Yuqian turned his face to look at the little lunatic, his eyes and eyebrows were full of tenderness, "Please rest assured."

"I'm a doctor myself, I still don't believe me..." Zhou Hao blamed jokingly.

The winter sun shone on the smiling face of the little lunatic, and Jiang Yuqian was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but say, "Haohao, let's get married."

The smile cooled down, Zhou Hao turned his face to look at him, and said hoarsely, "You are sick anyway."

Jiang Yuqian's expression gradually dimmed, and when he raised his eyes, the green light in front turned on.